Give Up The Ghost.

projectvinyl:

My favorite song off this album.

“someway, baby, it’s part of me, apart from me”
you’re laying waste to Halloween
you fucked it friend, it’s on its head, it struck the street

hopelessslyhopeful:

Death Cab For Cutie-Some Boys

Some boys are filling, some boys are filling the hole
They’re making the killing at the top of the billings
Their role, and that’s all that they know
But some boys don’t listen, some boys don’t listen at all
They don’t ask for permission, they lack inhibitions
No walls, and they get what they want

But some boys don’t know how to love

Some boys are singing, some boys are singing the blues
Joylessly flinging with the girls that they’re bringing to their rooms
And then leave when they’re through
Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone
Cause there’s no one that’s keeping them warm through evening
They know that they’re on their own

Some boys don’t know how to love

Some boys are filling, some boys are filling the hole
Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone

Some boys don’t know how to love 

They won’t get what they want

it’s a death cab kinda night.

please excuse me, but, i got to ask:
are you only being nice because you want something?

my fairytale arab princess,
be careful how you respond,
cause you’ll not end up in this song.

i never gave you any encouragement;
And it’s doing me in, doing me , doing me in, doing me in…

the more you try to erase me, 
the more that i appear.
the more, the more…
the more i try the eraser,
the more that you appear.

you know all the answers, so why do you ask?
i am only being nice because i want someone, something.

you’re like a kitten with a ball of yarn,
and it’s doing me in, doing me in, doing me in, doing me in…

the more you try to erase me, 
the more that i appear.
the more, the more…
the more i try the eraser,
the more that you appear.

no, you’re wrong…

you’re wrong, you’re wrong, you’re wrong.

veryjanuary:

Vetiver - “Can’t You Tell”

jbriz:

Paul Clarke of the BBC wrote that “Hopkins is capable of producing music as epic, soaring and emotional as any power ballad in his own way. Take “Light Through The Veins” for example…a close relative of Ulrich Schnauss’ “In All The Wrong Places”, it’s a majestic piece of widescreen shoegazing which grows ever more expansive throughout its entire ten minute duration…no amount of reflected glory could ever fully illuminate Insides’ mysterious depths.”

Painless ghosts, 
of which she knows, 
the smell in her clothes, 
the smell in her nose. 
There’s blood on the snow. 

Bring your love, 
it’s on your tongue, 
it’s on your roads, 
and in your toes. 
There’s blood on the snow. 

Tuesday’s violence, 
we’re alone. 

Into their beds they approach their doom. 
Their heads, their lips, their chests, their hips, they walk. 
Them bones they move, they talk. 
Their bones they bleed they rot. 

Their tones they’re forged, they’re wrought, 
into what they’re not.